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He leans down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues clashing as he works us both toward the edge, but he doesn't let us tip over.

With a ragged breath, he releases us, positioning himself between my legs now, spitting on his palm before spreading it over his tip and nudging his cock at my entrance.

His eyes search mine for permission as he pushes in slow, inch by inch, stretching me with a burn that makes me arch and hiss.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I grip my cock, jerking it while he thrusts deeper, hips snapping with hungry rhythm, our bodies slamming together in passionate frenzy, moans tearing from us both as the intimacy fucking swallows us whole.

I reach for him, catching him behind the neck just long enough to make it clear I’m here, I’m in this, I’m not about to pull away.

“Come here,” I tell him.

And for once, he fucking does, his lips claiming mine roughly.

Thorne breaks the kiss, pushing back up and gripping my hips as he thrusts into me harder.

“Fuck, mate. So bloody tight,” he groans, slamming into me again and again.

“Yeah,” I say, voice already shot. “Like that.”

Echo’s smile turns soft and wicked all at once. “See? Doesn’t it feel good?”

Her words hang in the air like a spark, and Thorne’s rhythm picks up, his fingers digging into my hips with a grip that’s all fire and need.

He’s driving into me now, each snap of his hips burying his cock deeper, the stretch burning in the best fucking way, pulling ragged breaths from my chest.

God, he feels massive inside me, thick and hot, every inch pulsing with that raw, unfiltered want. It’s like he’s splitting me open, but in a way that makes my whole body light up, the friction dragging against my walls with a pressure that’s almost too much, yet exactly what I’ve been waiting for.

His body tenses with every thrust, shoulders bunching, jaw clenched tight as sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down his temple.

There’s this fierce determination in the way he moves, hips rolling forward with controlled power, but his eyes flicker with that hint of uncertainty, like he’s still testing the waters even as he loses himself in it.

I can feel him everywhere—thick and unrelenting, hitting that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. His abs flex with each drive, veins standing out on his ink covered forearms as he holds me steady, and there’s a subtle tremor in his thighs, like the effort to keep it together is starting to fray at the edges.

Echo slides closer, her body warm against my side, one hand trailing up Thorne’s arm as he pounds away, the other finding my chest, nails scraping lightly over my nipple.

She leans in, lips brushing my jaw in a soft kiss that contrasts the raw intensity of Thorne’s thrusts.

“You two look so fucking good like this,” she murmurs, her voice a husky thread weaving us tighter. “He likes that, Thorne, don’t, give it to him just like that.”

Thorne’s eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, that mix of hunger and raw emotion flashing through them.

One of his hands releases my hip, sliding down my stomach to wrap around my cock, still hard and leaking from the friction of him inside me. His grip is firm, callused palm stroking me in time with his thrusts, up on the in, down on the out, sending jolts of pleasure racing up my spine.

The way he fills me up, it’s intoxicating; every withdrawal leaves me aching for more.

“Shit, Thorne,” I groan, my head falling back against the pillow.

The dual sensation is overwhelming, his cock filling me while his hand works me over, thumb circling the head to smear the pre-cum there. My hips buck up into his touch, chasing the build that’s coiling tight in my gut.

His hand on my hip releases, planting itself beside my head for leverage, his chest heaving as his breaths come out in sharp bursts, lips parted and glistening as they capture mine again in a messy, desperate kiss thats all teeth and tongue, breaking only to growl against my lips

“That’s it, pretty boy. Give it to me. Fuckin’ hell.” His strokes speed up, twisting just right at the base, and I can’t hold back the moans spilling out, low and broken.

His grip on my cock tightens just a fraction, strokes getting sloppier but no less effective, and I can see the strain in his neck, the way his brows furrow as he fights to hold on and brings his mouth down on mine again.

“Fuck,” I groan “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,”